Poetry from Brian Barbeito

where the wild sea is borne 

Lone ship with a long wake out on the ocean. Land in sight, cloudy blue sky.

the wild borne sea, the true salted places w/those sandbanks and even the broken bits of shells are okay, glistening somehow in the dawn, and in the afternoon light. cargo ships on the horizon, like ghosts vessels moving in an etheric ephemeral eternal astral. walking away along the shores there is a place w/bricks and stones where people had a fire, and the dirt roads that curve up to the right just so and long past verdant palm trees and the countenance of the lands, lands rugged and strange, mystical and beautiful, ancient and new that boast of beige sand more plus other indigenous flora and fauna, where the hills look like faces of spirits that don’t have a classification and have never been seen before, where the rains when they descend tell myriad stories and the sun after is a calm and right poem not too long or short, but perfectly accessible then. 

that old path

Palm trees and wild dry grass blown by the wind. Rocky wall to the right, water to the left, dirt pathway in the center.

that old path, new again, the one at the northern most place. how different than other paths, more vast and w/taller trees. there is a long and straight part that is perhaps my favourite. framed by verdant leaves in the summer’s sun and snowy branches along winter’s way whimsical. the path is always right and well. we must go to there again, more often. somehow we waited too long since that last time. oh that old path, where the evergreens grow and the birds wait beyond, where the north mingles with the south insomuch that you can begin to feel hints there of the truth of winds wild and vast lands, of unabridged nature in its season’s cycles wonderfully rugged rural rustic. 

silence and wonder, far and far

Red seeds hanging off a barred tree in the frost and snow.

on the summit of an otherwise wide field banked by a valley on one end and a forest on the other, it had began to snow. I remember that, and at that part there is sumac and apparently there are two kinds in the world and I’m not sure which one it is. it is a thing because it retains its colour like the evergreens, all through the changing seasons. and there was a lower field at the end w/an entrance to where chaga mushrooms sought by many, lived upon old birch trees. if you went in there you had to tread slowly as the path goes winding and up and down and you are then certainly all alone. you have to really respect the land there and it wouldn’t hurt to say a little prayer for safe passage. but it is worth it, full of silence and wonder and atmosphere,- the trees and leaves and earth and little streams are touched by the outside world. what a home for the woodland squirrel and any other thing. even the wind is blocked for the most part. the wind…the wind…the say new December wind that races through fields announcing its story for anyone that would listen. 

sun cloud valley 

Closeup of brown wilting leaves on a tree.

the sun shone through the clouds and married then the floor of the valley where there are hidden but once found, distinct footpaths. who made the paths is not known, but even with the leaves they are still pronounced enough to travel. and the snow. it began snowing then and the clouds and the light and the small breeze cold made for a good scene and sight. what would the winter bring to those lands of birch and sumac, of mushroom and agate, of tall proud evergreen and old fallen leaves? the winter like the spring and summer and fall, is by no means one dimensional, but like a person or country, or like many things, has different aspects. but yes for then,- the sun and the clouds and the light snow and the wind all visited the valley. the valley housing different paths up and down and around,- paths like lines of some larger poem or story. 

Mixed media from Daniel De Culla

Billboard with text and pictures in Spanish with graffiti that reads Curro Heart Irene.

CURRO LOVES IRENE

How and why God will have placed in the World

(A stunned God, his mental energies lost)

Brainless and disabled like Curro and Irene

Destined to procreate and give children to the Nation

Falling in love intensely like crazy people

Thinning their skin and belly

With her crazy lips she

Making love with meat and turnip

Giving birth to as many children as God wants.

He is a mischievous kitchen gallop

She, a grape pincher who steals dates or olives

With a toothpick or pin in the Market.

With a long procession of sperm

In her fallopian tubes

She engenders and gives birth like a rabbit

Without missing the slightest circumstance.

Curro conquered her in Boca del Asno

Recreational area next to the Eresma river

In the Valsaín Mountains, Segovia

One day when they went

On an excursion with their school

To spend the whole day.

On their hiking route throughout La Boca

He motioned to her with his penis

What noise or lure to hunt birds.

-My horn has gunpowder, he told her.

She answered him:

-Listen to the sound of my clam

Or whistle that imitates it.

Put your ear!

Fucking is living force

That neither the living nor the dead respect it

And even less the giddy ones.

-Look, Irene, Curro told her.

Right next to a waterfall that made the water

Look what a blowing wind

Or subtle current of air brings us the cataract

Cooling our asses.

At some point, the two of them embraced

Remembering their disturbed children

What they had left in Burgos capital

Safely

She rubbing his penis

As if it were a bagpipe with a handlebar:

Seneca, Pomponia, Mala, and Pliny.

El Pinjante (The prick), Curro’s pendant jewel

Thick, fat, buttery

Ejaculated abundantly, copiously, fertilely

On the pine land

While Irene was pissing herself laughing

Without dropping a drop of urine

For her beautiful lip scar.

The history of the senses says so

They are confirmed facts

Curious, very guarded.

-Daniel de Culla

Essay from Dildora Toshtemirova

Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair behind her head, a ruffly white blouse, and a long black skirt standing in front of a door decorated by holiday garlands reading 2024.

Dreams will definitely come true

You can always achieve your dreams. You just have to believe and act. It’s true that sometimes you get depressed, things may not seem like it, but your efforts will pay off one day. You just have to sincerely believe in dreams.

I also have many dreams and I am gradually achieving these dreams.

 You know, many years ago, when I was 6 or 7 years old, my parents used to take us to many festivals and theaters, and I was envious of those who participated in the festival or those who acted on stage. I used to say to myself that I wish I could go to the stage and take part in the celebrations. I dreamed of being like them, thinking that maybe I would be like them when I grow up. I had forgotten this dream of mine. But when I was young, I was so envious that I was able to play a role in the theater at the age of 14 and at the age of 15 to perform on the big stage at the festival. After a long time, I achieved my dream. True, some people may say that this is both a job and a dream, but I am very happy that I have achieved my dream from my youth and I once again believed that if a person really wants something, that dream will come true. Your dream may not come true when you want it, but your dream may come true at an unexpected time.

Believe in your dreams and keep moving. Because you can’t make dreams come true.

Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi. She was born on October 9, 2008. A lot has been achieved so far. Here articles and poems have been published in many newspapers and magazines. Member of many organizations. She is the holder of an international certificate.

Poetry from Farangiz Murodova (needs to go Mar 15)

Central Asian teen girl with straight dark hair, brown eyes, a white ruffled blouse, and a ring on her finger.
Farangiz Murodova

Shout out

My eyes are covered with pain,
Think of my crying look without him.
The guilty part is handed over to the Haqq,
Sing a song for the unemployed heart.

Name your song love tune,
After all, I did not find "freedom" in the world.
Step by step, stepping on the threshold of pain,
The fate we have been waiting for is coming.

You read your book quietly,
The heart is dying before your eyes.

You can read a little bit.
Even your mind is as bright as a deer.

Write about me on the pages,
Because life does not die in lines.
Completion is in minutes,
If you forget, I'll die.

From broken buds of hope,
A bud will emerge.
I release my heart from the knots,
Because the story of my life has an end.

read my eyes know the truth
I loved you without seeing it.
Don't even think about it.
I met you in the spring...

Murodova Farangiz Asliddin's daughter was born on September 25, 2004 in Gallaorol district, Jizzakh region.

Poetry from Sarvara Sindarkulova (needs to go Mar 15th)

Sarvara Sindarkulova (younger teen Uzbek girl with two braids on the side of her head, an embroidered headdress, a white ruffly flowered blouse, and a classroom with a bookshelf and other students behind her).

Appreciate mother

Mother is an example of an angel in this world
The light in his eyes is beautiful.
Always sweet with an innocent heart Respect your mother dear person .

Still a teacher and educator
Any work that can be done.
Heaven shines every where
Respect your mother dear person.

Talk to you too, I'm confident
Grateful love, hard work.
Kneeling, never be in debt
Respect your mother dear person.

Dear dad
Proud and dear man
He is my loving father .
Chest shield such devotion
He is my hero father.

Works for our motherland
He is tireless every time.
Even if he is tired
Not a single moment of rest.

All the time with my dad
I am proud of him
I am fond of active, well-educated men
His dream will come true.

Daughter Sarvara Sindarqulova Akmal girl, 7th grade student of the 24th general secondary school of Gallaorol district Jizzakh region. Born on December 16, 2009. She is member of the Qaqnus group of Barkamol avlod children's school. He regularly appears in anthologies in Great Britain and Europe countries.

Poetry from Ezoza Eshonkulova (needs to go Mar 15)

Ezoza Eshonkulova (teen Uzbek girl with two side ponytails and a white ruffled blouse and a blue coat and an embroidered headdress standing in front of trees and a pond)

Hour

When I opened my eyes yesterday morning
The clock is ticking.
I looked at him
It‘s eight o‘clock.

I got up quickly
I hurriedly washed my face and hands.
I look at the clock
Saw half past eight.

I am very sory
From sleeping until eight o‘clock.
I woke up now
I don't mind working.

I got up early today
It's six o'clock.
I look at the clock
He didn't say anything.


Eshankulova E'zoza.
7-"A" grade student of the 24th general secondary school of the Gallaorol district of the Jizzakh region.

Essay from Sherbekjon Salomov

Central Asian teen boy with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a white tee shirt and blue lapel coat. Orange background.

Attention to the youth – attention to the future! 

Today in Uzbekistan, a lot of attention is paid to educating the young generation to have their own opinion, their own place, educated and potential. Therefore, the future of our nation depends on the education given to our youth today.

  Knowledge alone is not enough to create a perfect generation in every aspect. In this regard, love for the motherland, humanitarianism, leadership and always forward-looking qualities should be formed in our youth in harmony with knowledge. In order for the future generation to grow up with these feelings, not only parents and teachers, but also the neighborhood and the neighborhood as a whole will need a great contribution of the society. In order for young people to become mature and well-rounded personnel, their rights and interests should be guaranteed first. In this regard, the rights of young people are guaranteed in almost every reform implemented in Uzbekistan today. As an example of this, the law of the Republic of Uzbekistan “On the foundations of state policy regarding youth” covers the issues of legal and social protection of young people, support of their talents, “On guarantees of children’s rights” The powers of authorities and management bodies in this regard and other social relations related to the field are legally regulated in the law. In particular, it is noteworthy that Article 41 of our Constitution guarantees the right to free general education for young people. The right of a person to receive education is also strengthened in the Law “On Education” adopted on the basis of our basic law and the National Program of Personnel Training.

On May 17, 2023, a meeting dedicated to the improvement of the Law of the Republic of Uzbekistan “On State Policy Regarding Youth” was held in the Legislative Chamber of the Oliy Majlis. As it was mentioned, in recent years in our country constant communication with young people who are the owners of our future, realization of their intellectual, spiritual and physical potential, in general, special attention has been paid to the issue of youth as one of the priority tasks of the state policy.

On the initiative of President Shavkat Miromonovich Mirziyoyev, June 30 was declared “Youth Day” in our country. “Brave boy” state award and “Builder of the future” medal were established in order to encourage our dedicated young people who are achieving high results and achievements in various fields. Also, a completely new system of working with the owners of our future – “Youth Register” and “Youth Program” is being implemented.

It is not for nothing that the new year 2024, which has entered our country, is called the “Year of Youth and Business Support” and the foundations of the third renaissance are recognized. We need to use this attention to the youth and the great opportunities created, to appreciate it, to justify the trust of our country and people.

Sherbekjon Salomov

Biography

Sherbekjon Salomov was born on November 19, 2003 in Kashkadarya region.

A graduate of the 62nd school

Participant of the Chirakchi District “Creative Youth” circle, established in 2014

Currently, he is a student of the University of Journalism and Mass Communications of Uzbekistan

For some time, he worked as an intern reporter at My5 TV channel

He is the head of the training department at Nuriba Public Speaking Academy

In 2023, he mentored more than 30 students to successfully pass the “creative exam” of the journalism department

He is familiar with many fields, such as HR, Marketing, SMM, Mobilography, which are considered modern fields in Uzbekistan

Journalist, speaker and presenter

Author of many poems and articles

Can communicate freely in English

Journalism and English teacher

Holder of many international certificates

He is a student of journalist Jamshid Umrzakov’s “Star Factory”.

He also studied at the public speaking academy of international speaker Dilorom Karshibayeva

His goal is to become a strong politician, international journalist and study abroad!